My teacher's forceful footsteps, accompanied by the sound of opening the door, appeared in our sight with that unsmiling face, holding a teacup in one hand and a textbook in the other, with a bamboo stick about two fingers wide under his arm. The teacher put down the teacup, opened the textbook and played with bamboo sticks. Let's recite the text one by one. Occasionally, several students didn't recite it, followed by three dull and crisp noises. This is the scene two years ago. Every Chinese class scares me.
The former Chinese teacher, surnamed Lu, not only taught us Chinese, but also taught us calligraphy.
At that time, our class estimated that the whole grade was in class on time, and the Chinese teacher wrote a good hand. Whether writing on the blackboard or writing comments for us in the exercise book, the words are neatly written. Because the Chinese teacher was strict at that time, I felt that he was not very responsible. Looking back now, I think he is a good teacher.
He keeps a straight face every day and is not very close to other teachers. He never lets other teachers take our writing class or other classes. As soon as the bell rang, he left the classroom and never missed class, so we still had some affection for him at that time, but he was notoriously strict in class, so we were still a little scared.
I remember once in a Chinese exam, the teacher said, "The ancient poem was written incorrectly, and it was fined one hundred times." . I am honored to be caught. That night, I finished my homework and copied it. I haven't finished copying it by early morning. The next day, I bowed my head to the teacher to admit my mistake. After listening, the teacher said, "Well, you can continue copying tonight." So, it was another sleepless night.
Teacher China's class is also very interesting. He never speaks step by step. He can talk about four books and five classics from a modern literature, or he can talk about foreign history from the history of China. He can tell us a poem with relish in one class, or he can tell us a composition in another class, just because the composition is the last class, so few people can listen to him carefully. He doesn't care, you can listen if you want, and it doesn't matter if you don't want to listen. Looking back now, I really regret that I didn't listen carefully at that time, which led to racking my brains to write a composition now.
There was no later. I went back to visit my teacher on National Day this year. He is still that unsmiling face, but his hair is a little gray. Looking back on that year, he gently told us that he would not teach us any more and that he was going to retire. He said goodbye to us in a dignified and kind voice. At that moment, all the dissatisfaction accumulated in our hearts collapsed at that moment, leaving only disappointment and nostalgia.
I remember he once said that if you meet me in a few years, don't tell me "I learned a lot from you". No matter how much you learn from me, you cannot surpass me. If you want to be a great person, you must study hard! I have always kept this sentence in mind.
The sun shone through the window, and the teacher stood on the platform with a stick in his hand. The sound of neat reading came from the classroom, which took our dreams far away. ...
My teacher has experienced many things and met many teachers, but she is the one who knows me best, trusts me most and respects me most.
In my eyes, her eyes are kind, her eyes are kind, and her eyes are full of expectation. I trust those eyes, I admire them, and I miss them more. Because that vision gave me trust and strength that I never had before. For the first time in my life, I found that such eyes always inspired me and cared about me. I am deeply grateful to her. She is my head teacher, Miss Sun.
I remember once in a Chinese class, Teacher Sun checked the endorsement. She gave everyone a habitual look, and then said, "Can you recite the ancient poem" Climbing the Fortress "that you learned yesterday? Raise your hand if you can recite it! I've kept it in mind, but I'm a little nervous at this moment. Raise your hand for fear of the laughter of your classmates when you are called. I don't raise my hand, but I'm afraid the teacher will misunderstand that I don't study hard at home. what can I do? When I was in a dilemma, I suddenly looked up. Suddenly, my teacher and Sun's eyes met. The teacher's eyes are full of expectation and encouragement, as if to say: Han Juan, you can do it, you can really do it. Hands Up! So, I raised my hand trembling,
Teacher Sun really called me. I stood up nervously, my voice trembling behind me: riding a bike to ask, the country is too long. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. Due to high tension, the originally disobedient poem seems to have caught up with me at this time, and the hidden one has disappeared. There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and some students were still whispering. At this time, I am getting more and more embarrassed, and I really want to find a crack in the ground. Students, stop laughing. I believe Han Juan can recite it, but she is too nervous. Let her relax. Encouraged by Teacher Sun's eyes, I took a deep breath, stabilized my mood, and finally recited the whole poem word for word. The students were silent for about three seconds, and thunderous applause broke out in the class, which was encouraged by the teachers and students.
Unconsciously, I deeply fell in love with Mr. Sun's Chinese class, and even more fell in love with those beautiful essays, ups and downs of novels and fables full of philosophy. With the enthusiastic help of teachers and classmates, I am more active in answering questions.
No, last week, teachers from Beijing No.11 Middle School came to our class to hold an open class. Teachers from different schools and disciplines sit at the back of the classroom. I calmly read the first ten paragraphs of the text "A girl is growing up in my family". At that time, Mr. Sun, the head teacher, was sitting next to me. In the process of reading the text, I obviously feel from the corner of my eye that she has been looking at me, encouraging me and worrying about me all the time, which seems to be more nervous than me. Teacher, don't worry, I won't let everyone suffer.
Hope, I've decided. When I finished reading the text, not only the teacher in No.11 Middle School praised me, but also the head teacher showed a gratified smile on his face.
Teacher Sun once told me that competition failure is not elimination, but the beginning of a new round of struggle. I believe I will never feel inferior and afraid again, because I have a class teacher who understands me, loves me and respects me.
My English teacher's only hobby is dancing Jiangnan styl. He likes to laugh. He speaks casually, telling jokes for five minutes or chatting with his classmates casually, so he looks easy-going, and his classmates like his classes, because his classes are always at sixes and sevens.
I am no exception. I especially like English class. Of course, another reason why I like English classes is that my English scores are not bad. One day, when I was studying English in the evening, the English teacher organized students to take exams. The students who hand in their papers first can do their own things. He told the students not to talk, so I took out a piece of paper, drew two little pigs on it, and marked the conversation between the two little pigs in English next to it. After writing, I boldly marked the name of the English teacher on the edge of the paper with a pencil. When I showed my masterpiece to my deskmate in high spirits, I was reported by my stingy deskmate.
I knew I was in trouble. Like a sinner who made a mistake, I immediately stood next to my seat and didn't dare to make any noise. Fortunately, the teacher gave me face, didn't scold me in front of the whole class, and asked me and my deskmate to follow him to the office to talk. He asked me to write a review for him, and I brought it to him for review. He didn't even look at it and told me it wouldn't happen again. It's really the prime minister who can punt in his stomach. What an easy-going person! I feel better when he doesn't remember.
My teacher, who has four subjects of composition in grade three, is also a friend! Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
You are like a magic pen in my life picture. Because of you, my junior high school life has become rich and colorful.
First acquaintance is like sunshine.
I was still so shy when I first entered a strange campus, and you became my history teacher.
Since I met you, studying is no longer a pressure for me. In my memory, every class of yours is full of joy, and all the students in the class agree that listening to your class is like watching the Spring Festival Evening.
"Your strength is infinite. Hurry up and study hard."
"You are diligent and clean, and quickly clean up the leftovers on your exercise book."
"You are brave and strong, and you should try your best to destroy the enemy on the test paper."
These words of encouragement touched me deeply. You like to praise others best, everyone's advantages will be magnified by you, and every progress of students will be seen in your eyes and remembered in your heart. So I study history especially hard, and the fun of every history class has gradually become my motivation. In history class, the historical facts of the rise and fall of countries in past dynasties also tell us the truth of being a man.
You are like a ray of sunshine, slowly melting the cold ice in my heart and making me feel warm.
Hello again, just like the spring breeze.
The next day, it seems that there is such a fate, pulling you and me. I am lucky that you are my English teacher again. With your company and encouragement, my grades are slowly improving.
The semester is coming to an end, but I am addicted to online games, becoming lazy and making many excuses for myself. Finally, you lost your temper in front of the whole class. That was the first time I saw you angry. The reason was simple: I only got 20 points on a test paper with a score of 100.
I was left behind after school, and I know you are going to give me a lesson again. I'm tired of such preaching. But you just sighed: "Son, it's not too late to mend." Road, can only rely on yourself. The teacher said it was useless to say more. Think for yourself! "Up to now, I still remember your eyes full of disappointment and expectation when you left.
After that, every homework and every paper I do will leave your handwriting, "Come on, the teacher believes you are the best!" " ""progress, continue to work hard! "I also slowly changed. I am still grateful to you.
You are like a spring breeze, rushing through my world, and everywhere you go, spring blossoms.
Parting is like a lighthouse.
By the third grade, your encouraging words were no longer on my paper, and it was no longer you who held three-inch chalk in class, but your encouraging words encouraged me to continue my efforts.
Life goes on, I still have a long way to go, and I must go on by myself. And you are the indicator light that guides me to the right direction, and I will move in this direction.
After a few years, maybe you don't remember me anymore, because peaches and plums are everywhere. However, I will remember that there is such a teacher who gave me caring warmth and inspired me like my parents and friends.
Teacher Zhang, I wish you all the best!
It's raining in Mao Mao these days, and the head teacher has been transferred to the school for a business trip. The head teacher is acting as the head teacher. I know the class teacher said that he was still very concerned about us when he was on a business trip.
The head teacher has been on a business trip for a day. I wonder what happened to him. I really want to tell him that I miss you so much! Looking at the mood of the class teacher's QQ space, everything is worried about what will happen if he is not here these days. Will the class be messy? I feel the same way. At the beginning, he said that my heart was full of joy when I was on a business trip. But now I miss him a little.
The second day of English in physical education class, because the head teacher is not here, we are all studying by ourselves. We were all fine and didn't worry him. We are not noisy, just studying hard. Maybe each of us doesn't want to worry the teacher! Because everyone is thinking about the teacher, just don't say it! We all remember your kindness. You often say that when we grow up, it's time to be sensible and take care of ourselves. I believe that every student in my class and I will be as sensible as you expect, and we will succeed in the future.
Teacher, I love you.
My teacher is a math teacher in our class, female, surnamed Xing, with unknown age, round face, big eyes and a pair of pink glasses on her nose. Although her altitude is not high, she is full of something congenial, which is exactly what Pan Changjiang said-concentration is the essence. The math teacher in our class is not beautiful, but she is also good-looking. Isn't the beauty of Venus gathered on her broken arm? The math teacher in our class is not only clever but also humorous, so she often becomes the focus of our discussion.
Every time I attend a math teacher's class, I feel very nervous, which can be said to be mixed feelings! The math teacher always gives us a sunny smile. If someone doesn't listen carefully, the math teacher will fly to that person with a long-lost smile and show a charming smile. That person will fidget, scratching his head, and wish his soul would go out and hide for a while, knowing that this smile is the prelude before the storm. According to the martial arts book of the math teacher, the brighter you laugh, the worse you die. That fellow knew that he was going to die this time, and he didn't even have a chance to survive. So every time the math teacher smiles at me, my heart beats faster, my eyelids jump and my mouth shakes. It's terrible.
My math teacher has a really good memory. She keeps in mind the advantages and disadvantages of each student. Whenever there is an opportunity, she will invite us to a "humble party". Every time a celebrity is invited to tea, she is ashamed and looks miserable. When I met him, I felt the same way and felt very sorry for him. In order to avoid this kind of "torture", I am always careful, for fear of "close contact" with the math teacher!
How's it going? My math teacher is not bad!